Hey guys! Here's part four of this mini series. Sorry that it took so long.
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America sat and waited for a few minutes before England returned. Norway and Romania were following close behind, both having confused looks on their faces. Their faces grew even more confused when they saw America.

England probably hadn't told them about America's...situation yet.

"You best sit down for this one, chaps." The Brit gestured for the Norwegian and the Romanian to sit down at the table where America was sitting. "What's going on?" Norway asked sitting down on one of the chairs.

His eyes were trained on America. Norway was usually stone faced but right now it seemed like he had a gaze that could cut through steel. It made America shiver in not so well contained anxiety.

Romania didn't say anything though America can tell he was just as curious as Norway was.

"It appears that our dear America has been cursed." England said bluntly. He knew that he needed to get straight to the point if they were going to fix this. Norway looked surprised for a second before he lost that look. Romania's eyes widened and they immediately flew to America.

Romania didn't say anything, but Norway sure did.

"You idiot. How did you go and get yourself cursed? Did you piss off a witch or something?" Norway snapped annoyed. America shot him a glare. "You think I want this? And no, I didn't piss anyone off." America snapped back.

"Well whatever you did, it was probably something stupid." Norway decided.

'And to think, I left the meeting for this'

"Vhat kind of curse is it?" Romania asked. He was looking at America with some expression that America couldn't read at the moment. England looked a little embarrassed at the question.

"I'm not exactly sure. It seems to consist of one sided thought reading spell." England explained. Norway and Romania started to look even more curious. Norway even loses some of his annoyance.

"Mind reading? Interesting." Norway said. "I have never heard of a curse zhat involved one sided mind reading." Romania's full attention was now focused on America.

'Can you hear me?'

"Yeah. I can hear you." America sent an uneasy smile towards Romania. The Romanian recoiled in surprise. It was as if he hadn't expected America to actually be able to hear him.

"Do you know how to dispel it?" Norway asked England. The Englishman shook his head looking ashamed.

"I'm afraid not. The magic seems to be too complicated for me to handle alone. You two are my only option." England told them. America had been almost unnaturally silent during this whole talk besides being asked a question.

It unnerved Norway to see the usually talkative American so quiet. The Norwegian got up from his seat and made his way across to America. The blonde looked a little nervous about the other approaching him, but said nothing.

The indigo eyed nation stopped once he reached the blue eyed nation. Norway reached a hand out and America does his best not to flinch. The hand rested itself on the top of America's head.

"Relax." Norway whispered when he saw how tense the younger's shoulders were. America tried his best to follow the command but it didn't seem to be working. The Norwegian sighed and started muttering a few ancient words under his breath.

Norway began to glow a dull blue that slowly picked up color the longer he muttered those words. But then the oddest thing happened.

The older nation's eyes widened and the glowing stopped. He retracted his hand from America's head like it had burned him. His widened eyes were glaring daggers into America.

"I don't think we'll be able to get rid of this curse." Norway said, his eyes never leaving America. "What?!" America exclaimed. "You mean I'm stuck with this until the end of time?" America looked so distressed that England couldn't help but speak up.

"Surely that's not the case. There must be something we can do." Norway shook his head at England. "I've never seen magic like this before. At least not since we discovered the New World. Not since you—" England raised a hand for Norway to stop talking.

"I know. Are sure there's nothing we can do?" England was persistent. Romania couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that. "For someone vho this doesn't affect, you seem very invested in this." Romania pointed out.

England turned to him and shot him a glare. "It does affect me, you imbecile! It affects all of us!!" He growled. Romania looked surprised at England's sudden change in tone. "If we don't fix this soon, then a war could possibly break out." England almost shrieked out. Almost.

America shot him an offended look. "A war? I think you're over exaggerating, Iggy." He said to the Englishman. England scoffed. "No I'm not! If this gets out, people will start doubting each other. They'll think that their every thought is being read all the time." England stated.

"That's assuming that they ever do find out. Which they aren't because we aren't gonna tell them." America said. "We may have no choice." Vlad told him, causing America to turn to him confused.

"Why? There's no point in telling them. It would only cause trouble just like Iggy said. Right?" America looked to England for him to back him up, but the Brit looked like the opposite.

"He's right, Alfred. We have to tell them." America scoffed at that.

"Do you not even realize that you're contradicting yourself? You just said that if we told anyone, it would cause a panic that we don't need." The blonde knew he was right, but the older nations weren't seeing it that way.

"No. We have to tell them. Tensions are already high right now..." Norway said, but America is still calling bullshit.

"Then why should we tell them? Wouldn't that just create the tension you so desperately want to avoid?" America hissed at them. He was getting at the end of his rope and starting to regret telling England about his problem.

"Alfred—" "Don't 'Alfred' me, you bastard! I told you not to tell anyone and you went and told two people. Now, you want to tell the entire freaking world and create more tension." America stood up and started making his way to the door.

"Thanks for the help, but I can handle this on my own." America left the room before the three magic nations could say anything.

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America left the room in a huff. He didn't understand why everyone needed to know. It wasn't like he had malicious intent to use the curse for something bad, but England seemed to see it that way.

So much for him being able to help America...

The younger nation sighed as he stopped walking and leaned against a nearby wall. Now England and his magical dork friends were going to tell everyone and then everyone would just hate him more.

Just great.

"Alfred?"

America stiffened in surprise when he heard Vietnam call out his human name. He turned to see her turning around the corner looking concerned. Was she concerned for him? No, she couldn't be.

"Vie.." America called back. The Vietnamese woman turned his way when she heard him. She immediately made haste towards him.

"Are you okay?" Vietnam asked him worriedly. America couldn't help the smile that stretched his face. "I'm fine. What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the meeting?" Vietnam gave him a look.

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you? And I'm here because you looked sad and I wanted to see how you were doing." The American noticed the small blush that made its way to Vietnam's cheeks. He felt his own starting to rise as well.

'I should say something comforting to him. I don't know what happened back there, but he looks sad and I don't like that.'

His blush intensified at this. Vietnam's feelings for him were starting to get to him. He feels like he is starting to return them.

"Well..thanks. That means a lot. More than you know." America thought that his words sounded a little cringey to be honest. But Vietnam thought that the statement was kind of cute.

She knew how much of a struggle it was for America to make and keep friends so he really meant those words.

"Good. Now let's just sit here for a bit. I don't feel like going back to that stuffy meeting room." Vietnam said smiling. Alfred grinned right back.

They both slid to the floor and sat down against the wall. Silence overtook them as they both just sat there enjoying life for the briefest of moments. No suffocating meetings. No piles upon piles of paperwork. No overbearing bosses.

Just them and the silence.

"Can I tell you something?" Alfred asked. Liên turned to look at him then nodded.

"You're probably gonna think that I've gone crazy, but I need you to trust me with this because I don't know what else to do." The blonde looked at the empty space in front of him. Liên gave him a look of confusion for that.

"Of course I trust you. I always will." Liên said with so much honesty that Alfred couldn't even begin to doubt her. So, Alfred took a deep breath to gather himself before speaking.

"This is gonna sound weird, but I think I've been cursed." Alfred told her. He turned to see Liên's reaction and was surprised only to find confusion. The American figured that the brunette would be looking at him like he was crazy.

And he honestly wouldn't have blamed her for that.

"Cursed? What do you mean? Are you in pain?" All of the Vietnamese woman's attention was on him now. She had been paying attention before but now she was observing him fully.

Alfred gave her a reassuring smile. "That depends on how you define pain. I'm not hurting physically other than a migraine." Liên still looked concerned for him. Alfred wanted to know what he did to deserve her concern, or her feelings for that matter.

Alfred had done so many bad things and some of those things had been to Liên and her people. He meddled where he shouldn't have, but she forgave him. Why?

"What exactly does this curse entail?" Liên asked him, causing Alfred to internally wince. How was he going to explain this to her? "Well, I'm not even sure that it's a curse, but it sure feels like it. For the past day or so I've been..I've been.." Alfred stuttered.

The Vietnamese woman looked at him encouragingly. She wasn't used to seeing Alfred this nervous. So whatever's happening to him is probably either really big or just plain embarrassing.

Alfred swallowed nervously. It would be better to just rip it off like a bandaid.

"For the past day or so, I've been able to hear other nations' thoughts." He said it so quickly that Liên almost didn't catch it. But she did and she was very confused. "Ok. So you can hear the thoughts of everyone around you?" She inquired.

A sudden brush then erupted on the amber eyed woman's face. "Can you hear my thoughts?" She asked him sheepishly. The American gave her an awkward head nod. If possible, Liên's blush became darker.

"Do you know about—" "Yeah..." Alfred cut her off. "Oh, uh..." Liên was speechless. She had never thought about actually telling Alfred about how she felt and now he knew.

A silence then settled upon them. It was as awkward as the nod Alfred had given previously.

"I'm sorry." Liên muttered quietly. The blue eyed man looked confused by her apology. "Why are you sorry?" Alfred turned to look at his old friend. He was shocked to find that Liên had tears budding in her eyes.

"Because...I just made you feel uncomfortable. I can see it in your eyes. I'm so sorry, Alfred." By now, Liên had tears streaming down her face. Alfred, now panicking at the sight of his friend crying, gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Liên, I'm not uncomfortable. I was a little surprised when I found out, but I wasn't uncomfortable." Alfred tells her softly. Liên makes eye contact with him and her tear filled eyes blink at him.

"You weren't?" Liên says quietly. She reaches up a hand to wipe the tears from her eyes and gives him a look of unease. "What did you feel then?" Alfred is a little dumbfounded by the question.

The blonde stared at her in hesitation and something else he couldn't quite figure out himself. "I..I'm not entirely sure. I was surprised in the beginning and I didn't know how to feel, but I slowly realized that I wasn't totally against the idea." Alfred admits.

Liên's eyes widened slightly at that. "Y..You mean you return my feelings?" The brunette said, her voice underlined with hope and disbelief. "I'm not sure, actually. I know that I feel something, but I don't know what it is." Alfred looked off to the side, but Liên suddenly gripped his chin.

"Liên...?" "I don't care that you don't know what you feel. I like you Alfred and I'm willing to give us a shot if you are." Liên sounded almost desperate. It made Alfred wonder how long the Vietnamese woman had been harboring these feelings for him.

"Yeah." Somehow, their faces started to drift closer til' their noses were touching. The American's heart was racing a mile a minute. He didn't know if they were going too fast. Their lips were closing in on each other and they were a second away from—

"JONES!!"

'Damn It South Korea!'

America let out a chuckle as South Korea came barreling towards them. Here he and Vietnam were about to kiss only to be interrupted by South Korea of all nations. Said nation's face lit up when he saw America.

He looked a little less pleased when he realized that Vietnam was with him. They were too close for the South Korean's comfort.

"What were you two doing, da-ze?" South Korea asked curiously. He looked between America's slight blush and Vietnam's look of irritation then realized what the two nations were going to do.

'OMG! WERE THEY GOING TO KISS?'

America winced at the sudden shouting that filled his head. Leave to Yong Soo to be loud even in thought.

"What do you want, South?" Vietnam snapped annoyed. She and America had been sharing a private moment together, but South Korea had to go and interrupt them. "After America disappeared, you were supposed to go and bring him back. But you didn't, da-ze!" South Korea pouted.

Vietnam didn't say anything. Her eyes still held a look of annoyance. It was clear that she hadn't wanted to be interrupted. Vietnam almost felt like South Korea did it on purpose.

"I was busy." She told him. "Clearly. If you get a kiss from Jones, then why can't I?" The younger nation pouted. America's face lit up like a bomb had just exploded under it.

"No one's getting a kiss from me! Can we just go back to the meeting?" Truth be told going back to the meeting wasn't his first choice. However, it was better than sitting in an empty hallway talking about kissing with Vietnam and South Korea.

"Do we have to? I don't wanna listen to China rant about debt and trade agreements." South Korea whined. America could agree with him on that one. And while that would be awesome to skip the meeting....

"You guys, if we don't get back soon, they might send Germany after us." There was a collective shudder among the trio. Germany was like a bloodhound when it came to tracking down nations that had either left the meeting early or skipped out.

"We should go back." Vietnam told the two men. They both nodded in agreement and the trio started making their way back towards the meeting room.

'Does anyone else know?'

America looked over at Vietnam as her voice invaded his head. He nodded at her question.

'How many?'

The American held up three fingers to signify the three nations he had already told. Vietnam gave him a look of acknowledgment.

'Who did you tell? You better have been careful.'

At first he thought that it had been a good idea to tell England about his predicament. After all, his situation seemed to be magical based and what better person to deal with it than an experienced wizard.

He didn't count on the fact that England would basically blame the situation on him and tell him that his problem was a threat to international security. He was probably already in the meeting room telling everyone else what he knew along with Norway and Romania.

He mouthed the names of the magic nations and Vietnam gave him an understanding but scolding glare.

America understood why she was glaring at him. England was a spiteful old nation that would constantly berate America no matter what he did. He had been foolish enough to believe that England wouldn't try to hold this over his head and might actually help him.

Guess he is an oblivious idiot after all.

'It's not your fault. You thought they would help you and they didn't. That's on them, not you.'

Vietnam smiled at him and he felt a blush appear on his face. They would have to address their feelings for each other after the drama from the current situation died down.

South Korea must have noticed him blushing because he suddenly appeared at America's side pouting. "Why are you blushing around Vietnam so much?" The South Korean asked the American. America's blush then got brighter at the question.

"Well she's very special to me. She's a good friend." America winced as the words came out of his mouth. It felt wrong to call her a friend after they shared that tender moment together. But he still wasn't sure what they were.

That didn't seem to be enough for South Korea as he still looked suspicious.

"Do you get into kissing situations with all your friends?" South Korea inquired. "That wasn't a kissing situation. We were just talking. And no I don't kiss my friends." America said. South Korea looked a little disappointed at the last sentence, but that quickly faded.

A smirk suddenly started to creep onto Vietnam's face. She turned to look at South Korea with said smirk and spoke. "Don't tell me you're jealous, South? Do you have the urge to kiss our dear friend, Alfred here?" The brunette's smirk seemed never ending.

South Korea's face lit up like a tomato. "ANI! I don't want to—" He stopped himself mid sentence to lock eyes with America. South Korea's eyes then trailed down to look at America's lips and he blushed slightly.

'Maybe someday...'

The conversation came to a halt when they reached the doors that lead into the conference room.

America didn't know if the Magic Trio had already made it back so he should probably prepare for something bad to happen.

The blonde grasped the door knob, twisting it and opening the door.

"—rica," America managed to catch the tail end of what sounded like his name as he entered the room. Vietnam and South Korea followed close behind him. When they entered the room, they immediately took notice of England standing at the podium.

The Brit seemed to be in the middle of saying something when the trio entered the room. However, all that stopped when England noticed America.

"Ah, America. We were just talking about you." England's tone was polite, but his words pissed America off. "What the hell else would you be talking about?" America hissed at him. Nearly everyone in the room turned to look at him when he started speaking.

When England didn't say anything, America gestured for him to continue. "Don't let me being here stop you. Go on, say it." America's tone was spiteful while he glared at England. The emerald eyed nation looked a little uncomfortable now that America was in the room.

But not uncomfortable enough to continue his statement.

"Right as I was saying. It appears something is wrong with America. He disclosed to me that he has been afflicted with magic that could very well be a threat to international security." The words 'International Security' got everyone's attention right away.

"Vhat are jou saying? Iz zhis magic threatening to us or zhe entire vorld?" Germany asked England. "I believe it is a danger to both. It's a very strange and powerful magic that we haven't encountered since the discovery of the New World." England explained.

"What kind of magic is it?" Spain had been munching on a tomato not really caring about what England was going to say. Now he was fully engaged.

England, despite his previous statement of how important telling everyone was, seemed a little hesitant.

"Please continue." Cuba said. He sent a smirk America's way causing America to scowl at him. Cuba always tried to find something to exploit when it came to him and it appeared that this time was no different.

Though America doesn't really know how he can blackmail him if everyone else already knows about it.

"This type of savagery magic was thought to have been lost when the natives died out, but it appears we were wrong." England said. He sounded so disgusted when he was talking about 'savagery magic'. It made America want to punch him in the face.

That magic had been taught to his mother by the elders of the villages from all her tribes. She then taught it to him and his siblings. Though the native tribes slowly died out over the centuries, America still had his magic.

And he was in excellent control of it too. Mexico and Canada also have magic, but they don't practice as frequently as he did.

"Savagery magic? Really, Arthur?" Canada didn't look too thrilled by the Englishman's words either. "Yeah, amigo. That's our people you're talking about." Mexico crossed his arms in irritation.

England at least had the decency to blush in embarrassment at his own words. "Forgive me, I just have no idea what else to call it." England apologized. "How about just calling it magic?" America suggested.

The Brit nodded. "Now then this magic seems to have cursed America with something rather irritating. Mind reading." England stated. If everyone's attention wasn't on America before, it sure was now.

America laughed nervously at the glares people were directing his way.

"Mind reading? Does that a-mean that the American bastard can hear what we're-a-thinking right now?" Romano asked, scowling. England nodded at the Southern Italian's question.

"Indeed." England said. Cuba immediately stood up from his seat and practically growled at America. "Get out of my head you son of a bitch!" He pointed an accusing finger at America who looked a little startled by the sudden command.

"Uh..." America attempted to say something, but wasn't able to when everyone started yelling at him.

"Vhere zhe hell do jou get off?" Switzerland snapped, clicking the safety off of his rifle. The Swiss man looked less than pleased with being told that someone could hear his thoughts. "Brother please calm down." Lichtenstein pleaded to him.

She may have been speaking to Switzerland, but like everyone else, her eyes were trained on America.

"Zhis seems highly suspicious." Germany said. The German's eyebrows were furrowed in concern. "Wait hold on! I didn't do this on purpose." America defended. He held his hands up in a gesture of peace.

"Oh don't try to defend yourself. This seems exactly like something you would do." Cuba snarled at him. "It does? I don't usually do stuff with magic." The American tells him. He sounds confused and frustrated at the same time.

Before Cuba could respond, England started speaking again.

"We need to get the bottom of this. It's obvious that America didn't do this to himself. At least not intentionally." England then has the audacity to send America a smile. Like he actually thought that telling everyone would be helpful.

"Ja." Germany says in agreement. "Please take a seat." The German nodded towards America, Vietnam, South Korea for the trio to take their assigned seats. South Korea huffed and made his way back to his seat.

He sent a look of longing America's way that didn't go unnoticed. America didn't see the look because he was focused on giving Vietnam that very same look. She returns it, her hand brushing affectionately against the side of his face.

They then parted ways and went back to their respective seats.

America went towards his seat between Prussia and Denmark while Vietnam sat to the right of Thailand and left of China. Said Chinese nation gave them both looks of glaring suspicion. Something was going on between America and Vietnam, but he didn't know what. At least not yet.

When everyone was back in their seats, England continued speaking. "Now then. Let's work this out." All work that had been laid out for the meeting previously was now being pushed aside. Apparently this was more important than solving global warming.

"America," England looked over to said American. "Have you experienced anything in the last twenty four hours that could have possibly led to this?" America's mind immediately went to his mom.

That woman had to be his mom. There just wasn't any other way to see it. That soft smile, those streaks of raven black in her hair, and the talk of losing her family all added up. She had done something to him.

His mom used to be powerful when it came to magic. After she started losing tribes, she became too weak to use any type of magic. She barely had any when he thought that she died.

Truth be told, America never really saw her die. His mom just disappeared one day and was never seen again. America remembered being sad and confused and alone. He had wandered into an empty field looking for her and then the rest was history.

Now to learn that she may have been alive this whole time hurts. God, it hurts so much.

"Alfred..." America was startled out of his thoughts by someone saying his human name. The younger nation met the somehow gentle gaze of Denmark. Denmark gave him a smile when he saw that he had his attention.

'I know this must be scary for you and you probably didn't want anyone to know,'

America nods at Denmark's internal words. Denmark's smile just gets a lot more gentle at that.

'But we want to help. It may not seem like it, but we do care.'

'No you don't..' America thought as he looked around the room at the other countries. 'None of them care. I need to deal with this on my own.' He would have to sneak away from everyone though.

"N..No..." America stuttered. England obviously didn't buy the lie due to the bushy eyebrow he raised. "You must be aware that you're a terrible liar. Even after being around for two hundred years, you still are an idiot when it comes to lying." England told him.

America let out a few muttered curses. "I'm not lying." He said. "Yes you are. Now tell me what happened!" England's patience was clearly wearing thin. "No! You can go fuck yourself. I told you not to tell anyone and you went and told everyone." America snapped.

"I thought that they would be able to help." England said that like he actually believed what he was saying. America, on the other hand, didn't believe a single word that was coming out of his mouth.

"Explain how they could help. Most of these people haven't even encountered magic; let alone know how to get rid of a curse. Hell, you don't even know what this is!" America ranted. He knew that he wasn't helping the situation by arguing.

But it was like he had finally had enough. America had been dealing with his older brother's/father's BS for so long that it kind of just boiled over. Especially since he had asked for his help in the first place.

England was blushing beet red at the younger blonde's rant. Not knowing what was wrong with America was embarrassing enough, but to be called out in front of everyone...

"You little brat! I'll have you know-" "Ahem." Canada interrupted politely. England turned his attention to the nation who had interrupted him. His anger quickly morphed into confusion.

"Who are you?" The Englishman asked, confused. Canada sighed as he was far too used to this. "I'm Canada. And I believe that I have something that can help." America stared openly at his brother, shocked his only available expression.

"Mattie, what are you doing?" America's voice sounded a little too anxious for his own liking. Canada had been there when he fainted and had taken him to the hospital for it. This was bad. Very, very bad.

Canada chose to ignore him and stood up from his seat. The blonde nation placed his hands on the table. His face betrayed a look of sympathy and seriousness that America wasn't too sure was directed at him.

"Yesterday, after he left the meeting, America disappeared for nearly six hours." Canada told them. America could feel the suspicion in the air grow as the Canadian spoke. "I told you that I went for a walk. I just lost track of time." The blonde knew what Canada was going to say next.

He was definitely going to tell them about him going into the hospital. The Canadian was probably mad about America for when America didn't want to see him in said hospital. It was bad enough that the younger nation had fainted in front of his brothers, but to have them see him in a hospital bed?

They would have thought that he was weak. America is anything but weak. He knows this, but most would do anything to find a crack in his nearly invincible facade.

America couldn't have it.

While America had become lost in his thoughts, Canada had begun speaking again.

"He came back sometime around midnight." The amethyst eyed nation continued. "I asked him where he was and he told me that he went on a walk. But when I asked him what he did or where he went, he wouldn't tell me." Canada looked a little sad at that fact.

America didn't trust him enough to tell him what had happened while he was out. It wasn't that much of a surprise that America didn't trust him. The younger blonde was known for being paranoid sometimes.

The Red Scare hadn't made his paranoia any better. Canada remembers that he had started accusing even his closest allies of being communists. That Canada understood because his brother genuinely thought that communism was a threat to his capitalistic way of life.

But for him to not trust Canada was a deep blow that hurt more than anything.

"Then he started getting defensive and then he collapsed." Gasps followed that statement. "What?! Why aren't you in the hospital? Or at least resting." China demanded.

America couldn't help but look over at China in barely masked surprise. "Hospital?" He said the only word that came to mind. It almost seemed like China actually cared about his well-being. But that couldn't be right.

"Did they take you to a hospital?" China asked, obviously plain worry in his eyes. "Did you take him to a hospital?!" The Chinese nation practically shouted it at Canada. The Canadian held his hands up in a defensive position.

"I did! But that idiot didn't stay there and he wouldn't even let me or Mexico in to see him." Mexico nodded, confirming his brother's words. China then turned his fury back towards America. The ancient nation stood up before practically stomping his way over to America.

When he reached his destination, China forcibly turned the American's chair around so that he was now facing him. Too quick for America to stop it, a hand slapped him across the face. The blonde's glasses flew off his face due to the impact.

"What the hell?!" America shouted at China who looked like a disappointed parent that had caught their child lying. "You should have stayed in the hospital, stupid child. What if you had been extremely sick? What if you are extremely sick?" The Chinese man rambled worriedly.

He grasped America's shoulders tightly as he spoke. The younger nation could see what looked like worry in the oldest nation's eyes. America wasn't sure what to say to that honestly.

"Why do you care?" Was all the American managed to come up with. His brain was hurting from hearing everyone's thoughts and the confusion of this whole conversation. The slap that had been delivered to his face had left the right side of his face stinging.

Right now, America just wanted to sleep or get out of the room. Maybe even both if he could.

China hadn't responded to his question. He just stared at America with this sadden and confused look on his face. His hands were still on America's shoulders when the young country stood up and tried to walk away.

His head was spinning in all different directions and he couldn't think straight. It seemed like a strange sense of vertigo had invaded the American's mind, effecting his perception of reality.

Before America even knew what was happening, he had already lost his balance and was falling to the floor. Fast. Prussia barely managed to run out of his chair and catch him before he hit the floor.

'Not again. Not right now.' America thought as his world slowly became darkness. He could hear Vietnam screaming and people rushing towards him. Prussia was yelling at him to stay awake but America just couldn't find the strength.

For once in his life, he couldn't find the strength.

The world slowly became black and silent around him with only one thought coming to mind,

Maybe I shouldn't have told Arthur.

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